Take me back to where it all started,
to what we once had;
- you took the weather with you …
You said we had nothing,
no common note to start on;
that we’ll soon drift apart.
I said ‘Seal?’ You said,
‘That’s the one thing we’ve got!’
Left alone I would go draw the curtains;
in any case, we’d only need candlelight,
you and I
- and a bottle of wine …
You took the memories with you, honey;
The joy, the laughter, the tears, everything …
It’s a damn cold night;
I’m trying to understand this life …
I face the throng and search for a familiar face …
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